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[dr-hanwool]

the regular

Timeline: 2024 November 2nd, Saturday, late night. Location: The Playroom, Bangkok. Mood: Excited to see his obsession Rain again Attire: See this post. Man is HANDSOMEEEEE! With: @poorlboy Music: Easy by Jaehyun, which is playing low in the background of The Playroom

It was another warm night in Bangkok when Kim Han-wool made his way down the dark streets to the destination he had had in mind for hours. His surgery was open at reduced hours on the weekend, but he had to stay over time tonight since there were an influx of patients today. As soon as Hanwool finished signing off on the final prescription of the evening, he closed up shop and headed on home to his condo, wanting to shower and get ready for the next - and more exciting part - of the night.

The Playroom had been an area he frequented now that he was living in Bangkok. In his previous visits, he never dreamed of entering such a place. His strict upbringing and no-nonsense attitude would never have allowed him to set foot in an escort establishment, or even call for one to entertain him for the night. But after having permanently relocated, it was time for a change. The old him died alongside his first love, for whom he still grieved over.

Bangkok was a fresh start, in so many ways. By day, his practice was booming. There were many Koreans living in Thailand, a few who were still settling into the country, so they were thankful to be able to speak in their native tongue when it came to their medical problems, which could be difficult to translate into Thai.

By night however, Hanwool would explore the city he loved on his visits here throughout his life. He went to the night markets, talked to strangers, visited bars and clubs - all things he should have done in his twenties, back when he was young, that he never allowed himself to do.

The Playroom would not have been his choice of club, if Hanwool was being honest with himself. He'd never have thought about it at all, if it weren't for a fleeting image he saw, of a man who looked far too familiar entering through the double doors. Hanwool had been like a man compelled, following the stranger into the establishment. He had no idea what he had walked into, eyes widening at the decor, the place almost menacing with its dim lighting and obviously adult theme - but he had to see the man again, no matter what.

He resembled Yeong too much...

Since that day, Hanwool had become a regular at The Playroom - but only for him. Sometimes he'd visit once a week; other times, when he was busy, it would be less frequent. Sometimes he'd come alone; sometimes he'd come with friends. But the one constant in his experience at the establishment was the escort whose name typed into the online booking slip, the autofill doing its technological magic to make sure the name RAIN stared back at him through his phone screen.

When Hanwool entered the club, he was greeted warmly by the man he knew now as the manager. He didn't need to be read the rules, or told where to go. A simple nod of his head, indicating that his booking had been received, was the only communication needed before Hanwool wandered over to the red and black booths. He slipped inside, unbuttoning the top of his shirt, allowing himself to relax. He waited for his escort, trying not to obviously glance around for the man, his fingers drumming on the table in anticipation.

[taleswritten]

@bearlydruid from here

Friends. Is that what they all are? One big happy family? The truth of the matter is that Astarion is only with this group out of survival. Sure, they're good people. A bunch of weirdos but still, good people, and he enjoys Halsin's company. Karlach's too. Lae'zel is a little too stab happy for his taste and the others he just doesn't quite know well enough.

But, if he were to die in his quest to kill Cazador, would it even matter to any of these people? Maybe they're only sticking with him out of survival, too.

Thoughts he tries to dismiss, he does not want the facade coming down and for Halsin to see through it. Though, the druid is wise, he may see through it already.

"Don't I, though?" Astarion suddenly speaks up, "Friends or no, they can not possibly understand what happened with Cazador. The things he did to me, the things I had to do - I am alone, darling, and I'm quite fine with that." No, no he's not, but he's kept the facade up this long, why would he let it down now?

[canines-crown]

love your mood boards! they’re really pretty! was wondering if we could get a mood board with a penguin and a crocodile (obscure af, i know but a headmate and i are just kinda like that lmao) and some themes of royalty and unlikey friendship? other pictures can be anything you think would look nice! ty in advance! (-orange🏵️)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Penguin and crocodile moodboard for @rainbowlemonslices!

[axnewxera]

@escortingsecrets

"Wait... is that Rufus Shinra??"

It was typically common courtesy to respect the privacy of other patrons at the Honeybee Inn. What happens at Honeybee, stays at Honeybee. But when the recently-appointed ruler of the world shows up... well, it's hard to ignore. Even if his father was also a regular there.

Rufus had kept his cool, silently wondering if his father had gotten the incessant gawking every time he walked through those doors. But he kept his head held high, and before he knew it, Rufus Shinra, king of the world, was in a private room awaiting his assigned Honeybee.

The host had sat him down, asking all sorts of questions about his tastes and what sort of Honeybee he wanted. Judging by the amount of time he'd been waiting since then, he imagined the staff were frantically trying to find the perfect one for him, the highest of VIPs.

It was a fairly open secret that the great President Shinra inhabited this place fairly often. In truth, Rufus found it extremely distasteful, and he hated how public it all felt. Any peon with a camera could make his presence there global news in a matter of seconds. Rufus silently started to wonder if this might have been a bad idea. Too late now to take it back.

The door started to open, no doubt his Honeybee entering the room. Rufus rose to his feet, ready to shake their hand in greeting. "I'd say 'fashionably late', but the slutty bee look is more tacky than fashionable," he said with a smirk.

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@straycatherine

The sugared drinks of mixed rum burns pleasantly within Roland's blood, and his blush is vibrant, peaking, riddled up onto his ears, and his beam is wide and bashful, happy to be seen.

"Hello, Catherine," purrs he, hugged her lithe form by the waist. "How goes by thee?"

[pxper-riings]

@channelrat are we sharing our ducks?

the pompurin i got at five below, the flamingo and shark were from target, and the cursed block one was given to me

(the bee looming in the back is a lamp, she needs new batteries but her name is Barb(i)ee)

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤcoming back felt weird, it felt different. newfound fame put aside, something else felt different; like something, no, someone was missing. it was to be expected when he'd spent so long on the road, running from feelings he'd never dared mutter out loud. but now he was home, he had nowhere else to run — and he could only hope that she hadn't changed her number, or, worse yet, blocked his.

[ tyron @ 23:54pm ] : yoooo it's ty [ tyron @ 23:54pm ] : wys? tryna link [ tyron @ 23:55pm ] : i think i owe u an apology or some shit

closed starter for @unraptures, based on.

[kisumitenderly]

how low he's fallen. such thoughts ran through his head, as he was presented in front of the elder son like some sort of trophy. a gift to be kept; a weapon to be utilized. but the hound had manners, and a determination to stay true to his purpose. a deep bow was offered both as a greeting and out of respect, before one hand was outstretched and boldly, yet carefully, grazed fingers along kisumi's own, bringing the back of his hand to ignis' lips. “ my services are at your disposal. ”

Kisumi knew he never held much power. He was seen as lesser, defective, lacking… a place holder in the family’s pecking order that hopefully the transfer of power would soon go to another if everything worked smoothly.

This was supposed to help.

Kisumi wasn’t so sure of what dark pact he was about to fall into but his instinct were screaming, oozing out of every orifice. Yet his body stilled, frozen in a trance as he stared forward at the figure before him. How it was explained to him was simple, whenever he needed someone taken care of to use this attack dog. Kisumi was envisioning some grizzled man, ex military in nature.

Not this.

Violet eyes widened as he watched Ignis bow to him as if he was royalty. A custom foreign to him, as he began to pledge fealty to him of all people. Kisumi’s fingers trembled as he watched them move closer towards Ignis’ mouth. Would he take a finger to seal their pact? Instead a soft kiss pressed against his skin with the promise to serve.

What the fuck was he to do?

He felt like a child given far too much power that was beyond his means of understanding. For fuck sake he was an empath. How was he going to unleash horrors onto people? Clearly he was not cut out for this. “I hope your time spent with me is dull and boring.” He spoke honestly. If Ignis didn’t have to be used that would be for the best. “I’ll do my best…”

Unfortunately Kisumi wasn’t sure if that would be enough.

[n0rthsqueen]

@therosepetalrps sends a raven;; [ tipsy ] for a drunken kiss - Sandor 💕

Tonight was a good night, and although the night is still young, Sansa finds herself longing to leave the rowdy festivities, as much as she enjoys them. She'll let the rest drink and sing and eat to their hearts content. Before leaving the feast for good and retiring for the night, she'd stepped out into the hall. Though she hadn't been aware that someone had followed.

❝Sandor?❞

She's certain her night will not end now, as Sandor presses his lips to hers in a quick yet powerful kiss. He's drunk, she's sure of it, and it would be no surprise if she's a little tipsy too, though she's no where near as drunk as the patrons inside. This cannot be real, is she dreaming? Had she fallen asleep, was she carried to her bed in her slumber? Sansa blinks, blinks, blinks when she pulls away, lips part but words do not follow. He's drunk, it's a mistake, he doesn't mean it.

❝Sandor—❞ his name comes as a gasp, eyes wide, trained on him as if she'll blink and he'll disappear. Her heart beats ten times quicker, like the little pounding footsteps of a rabbit.

She is as drunk as he is, surely, because her hands find their place against his arms as if to steady herself. She wants pull him closer and push him away all at once, wants to lean up on her toes to try and match his height, to get closer, to share just one more little kiss. She shouldn't, they shouldn't. He shouldn't have followed her and Sansa shouldn't have left. Would this have happened if she hadn't left? Would they have sat across from one another like they had been, drinking their respective drinks and enjoying the company of the other?

[blindspct]

closed starter for @cherrysugcr ft. dino

the man didn't normally mix business with pleasure but he couldn't stop himself from looking at the woman when they had their one on one sessions together. "what did i tell you? you're getting better with each lesson." he commented and while normally he would be looking at his client in the face, he couldn't help but allow his eyes to scan over her body. "and your form? amazing." he breathed out, as if he were trying to play it off.

[keithkoganevltrn]

@haus-der-mysterionmusen

Dark circles under his eyes were a fashion statement to the cadet. He was in a perpetual state of exhaustion, no amount of sleep seemed to change that. He trudged forward, frown deepening at the weight of his own legs. Maybe it was time for a power nap or something.

"C'mon, Red," the large lion mech leaned down, opening it's mouth with what could easily be taken as a purr. "Let's head back to the castle."

His attention, however, was caught by a shine of metal in the distance. "Who's out this far?" The paladin muttered to his lion, walking up the ramp slowly, far too focused on the shimmering thing in the distance.

[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . wonjoo coming thru for @accendios

            " you're a terrible flirt, you know that ? good thing you're cute. " wonjoo comments in an amused tone, staring at the other with a sheepish grin, " is that your usual go-to line ? "

[deaiustitia]

@hexvitya 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻.

Progress day had grown enormously in the past years. After Hextec had been discovered and somehow tamed, Piltover's name had made its way around the universe faster than most people could even keep up with.

Wherever she would turn, Jayce's face had started to appear in poster, the advertisements making Caitlyn's lips curl affectionately at her friend's success, one she had never doubted it would happen one day or another. She had only began her morning rounds, her fingers fixing the blue hat she proudly wore as a proof to herself that she had indeed chosen her own path away from her mother's expectations.

"I assume you won't be joining Jayce on the stage today either?" In the shadow like she often stood - or tried as hard as she could at least, her pace slowed down to walk alongside Jayce's partner. She had only heard words of praise regarding Viktor. Her childhood friend deeply respected his knowledge, his shared view of a world where anyone could receive help thanks to their inventions, the faith he held in both of their ideals for a brighter future. And Caitlyn wanted to protect those wishes and promises of a better future however she could.

"Jayce has always been quite... Eloquent, that I can't deny." There was no harm in her comment, more of a matter of fact.

"However, I don't think I have ever had the chance to thank you properly for saving his work." Her blue eyes looked for his "For saving his life, actually."

[macchinablue-archive]

starter call 2.0

@resplendentdare said: for an angsty starter (for Gavin)

"Seriously? You're friends with that guy?" The question comes as he notes that city guy that recently moved to Hawkins parts ways with Saskia. Normally he'd see them walking off together, but today, Connor seemed to need to head straight home. He hadn't caught the specifics. Didn't care. "Isn't he.. you know - kind of a dork?" His own question brings himself to snort a bit in mild amusement though the sound is almost inaudible.

"Or are you just desperate because none of these other jackasses give you the time of day?" Yeah, he said it. Made it pretty clear he didn't like much of anyone that attended their school and he wasn't afraid of putting that out there either. Most people knew that already. Gavin is known for being pretty vocal about his opinions; Clearly having a difficulty with keeping his mouth shut. Especially when his mouth got him into trouble a lot of the time. No trouble he hasn't managed to get out of though, of course.

Maybe the reason why he's speaking up here is due to the fact that yeah, he's kind of jealous. Connor suddenly coming into town and getting on the good side of the girl he likes? Yeah, that's no good. Though this doesn't exactly help him out either. Running his mouth. Not as much as he typically does, at least.

[daceystvrk]

closed starter for @lucius-rivers setting: on her way back to the north from king's landing, dacey stops in the riverlands and meets with her cousin.

dacey travelled slowly, if she travelled at all. she had left the north to make it to king's landing, her first time away from the lands of her own family, and expected to arrive home after the rest. it wasn't ideal, but having never been so far from home before, she didn't want to wear herself out, but did want to ensure she was making the most of her trip.

lucius rivers was not a man she knew well, but he was blood. that was what mattered to dacey. her mother's kin was a subject of curiosity for her, but she had always cared for them from afar. it made her a little nervous to be here.

swallowing her trepidation, dacey tried to still her hands, which were twisting together in her lap, and offered a tentative, but sincere smile.

"i'm sorry i didn't get to spend time with you in king's landing," she began. "i think this is better, though. i didn't care much for the city, but the riverlands is beautiful. you are lucky to call it your home."

[tag-if]

Hello! Could you describe each ro's route, please?

ohhh okay, i can give it a try! i will keep them short, though, to avoid spoilers :)

A. Bellefleur; a bit forbidden love-ish (obvs they're your target, but they're also your employer), and then almost like the love you expect from a host club (very gentlemanly)

K. Valiev; puppy-love, or maybe boy next door ish? K. is the sweetest of all of them honestly

A. Caras; difficult, and quite slowburn (i can't really think of anything else, sorry)

T. Bellefleur; frustrating and a little hot/cold, they'll give you mixed signals until you're in an established relationship

M. Serrel; thrilling, almost charged? they're very...tempting (obvs if you want to play ace that's totally fine too, they'll tone it down, that will be an option)